Untimely Motherhood

A man who lived every bit of thirty Professed his love for me And I a girl not more than seventeen Believed his words to be He claimed to be what he was not And wasted my youthful years My trust I gave a mighty lot So young and full of tears A mother's burden upon my head Two sons for him I bore Daily I strive to get our bread He left me nothing more If add I now to that man's seed This hungry mouth of mine Three hungry mouths I have to feed With bread and meat and wine I live a life of daily struggle Wondering what was my sin Was it to love and be so humble ? Was it to be naive ? Daily I rise to grow the soil And provide all we lack With effort and with sweat I toil For the sun taunts my back I look at my boys and tend to wonder If grow them boys to men To seek the whereabouts of their father For they know I am no hen Would I say he was a good and bad Who left me in my prime? Or say me that my love he had At once upon a time ? Would I tell of how much he did lie To make me spread my legs ? Or lie to them that he did die Not knowing of my eggs ? What better words have I to say To make them learn of him? I think and rethink everyday Yet no good word defines him I hope a hope against all hopes That my sons live good lives And never thread their Father's ropes For they ought to love their wives By :Adams .O. Elizabeth